Lyrics:

The cry of a mother, the voice of the dead
Ripping from my Chevrolet
A maculate corpse is drenched with dread
And it's gonna die from my Chevrolet

Blinded by the blade of this fate you are sprayed
Ancient of beast, the father of kings
In the back of your mouth, the teeth in your jaw
We make this day of the Chevrolet

Breaking out of the grave, I beg for blood
A little blood of course gets you killed by Chevrolet
I can lay down the road on a trail of blood red
You lose your mind on the point of my Chevrolet
My Chevrolet!